I take a whisky from my parents
to drink alone without friends
I rise my glass to entice the aliens
so they could take me away from here
I need to get away from here
From all those things which are real
I need to get away from here
From all those things which are real
I will travel through the meadows
happy to the end of the trip
I share life's joys with the world
till my bottle's end is near
I need to get away from here
From all those things which are real
I need to get away from here
From all those things which are real
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